Brynna: A Stone Society Novella

by Faith Gibson

  Oh. There was the passion. Travis slid a hand down her back, pressing her closer to him. With them being almost the same height, his erection was hard against her mound. Brynna wrapped her right leg around his hips, needing to get even closer than they already were. She needed him inside her.

  Travis broke the kiss, his breathing heavy. “Wait.”

  Chapter Five

  Travis couldn’t believe what was happening. Now he understood why Banyan had questioned him about his feelings for Brynna. The fact that she’d waited to tell him the truth warmed his heart. Being around other Gargoyles, Travis had heard all about the mate bond and how hard it was to not claim each other immediately. Travis knew he was drawn to Brynna from the start, but he chalked that up to her being her. As he’d told both her and her brother, she was amazing. There was no other word for her. Well, there were plenty he could come up with, but that one encapsulated the female. Whether they were mates or not, he still would have been enraptured with her. But he had to wonder whether she would have chosen him. He now understood exactly how Trevor felt when Jasper claimed him as his mate. Travis also knew not to doubt the bond, because it would do no good.

  In the grand scheme of things, Travis was nobody special, but he had been chosen for a reason, and he thanked the fates he wasn’t sure he believed in along with every higher power out there.

  “I thought you wanted me.” Brynna dropped her leg to the ground and took a step back.

  “Oh, I do. And as much as I’d love to take you here and now, I’d prefer we go to one of our bedrooms so we have a little privacy.”

  Brynna blew out her breath and smiled. “Our bedroom. Now.” When they got to Brynna’s bedroom, she tugged him inside and closed the door. “We’re going to move your things in here later, because once I claim you, this room, this house, everything I have will belong to you as well. Please tell me you want that.”

  “I do. But uh, can you explain how this works? I know you bite me, but do I have to do anything to you?”

  “No. Since you’re human, my bite is all it takes for the bond to be complete.” Brynna gripped the hem of his T-shirt and yanked it over his head. Travis would have laughed at her impatience if he didn’t feel the same. Brynna pointed at his pants. “Off. Now.” She removed the dress she was wearing, and Travis’s hands faltered on his zipper. Brynna was flawless standing there in her matching pink satin bra and panties. “Travis!” He snapped his eyes up to hers. “Oh, screw it.” Her claws came out, and with one quick slash, his jeans were shredded at his feet.

  Travis slapped his hands over his dick, which had gone from achingly hard to running as far away from the claws as possible. Okay, not literally, but fuck! “Holy shit! You could’ve castrated me.”

  “Sorry, but you were just standing there.”

  “Yes, admiring your body. Please don’t ever do that again.”

  “I won’t. I promise. Sorry, I got a little carried away. Wow.” Brynna stepped closer, running a long, manicured nail – not a claw, thank goodness – down his chest. “Why have I never seen you without a shirt?” She licked her lips as she pressed both palms to his pecs. “Odin, you’re hot.”

  Travis had never been called hot in his life. He tried his best to stay in shape, but he was nothing like Banyan, Uri, or the other muscled Goyles. The lust in Brynna’s eyes was enough to tell him she meant what she said. He slipped a finger under the strap of her bra and lowered it before doing the same to the other side. He’d never been the kind of guy who learned to pop the fastening with one hand, but he had seen Rachel remove hers enough times to know the mechanics. Brynna’s latched in the front, and when he released her breasts, his breath caught. Yes, he was a tits man, and hers were magnificent. He cupped them both in his palms, testing their weight.

  Brynna arched into his hands, biting her bottom lip. When he rolled her nipples, she moaned. “Travis…” Still cradling the one in his left hand, Travis leaned forward and flicked the other nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. His dick had hardened as soon as he touched her bare skin, and the tip was leaking. Brynna wrapped her hand around his length, rubbing her thumb across the slit. When she stuck her thumb in her mouth tasting his precum, he thought he’d lose it right then and there.

  “I need you inside me,” she husked.

  Travis skimmed his hands down Brynna’s sides until he reached her panties. He slid his fingers under the thin band and pushed them down her long, toned legs, dropping to his knees as he went. He leaned in and pressed his nose to her trimmed hair and inhaled. God, she smelled good. He looked up at her as he slid two fingers inside her wetness and circled her clit with his thumb.

  “Travis, please.” Brynna ran her fingers through his hair and tugged. He gently pushed against her stomach until she was sitting on the bed.

  “Put your feet here,” he directed, lifting her ankles so her feet were flat against the mattress. With her in that position, Brynna was open for him. He reinserted his fingers, sliding in and out of her silkiness. Brynna, leaning on her elbows, tossed her head back as Travis increased the speed of his thrusts, hitting the spot he knew would drive her crazy. A girlfriend he had in college had been vocal in what she liked and what got her off. Theirs had been a quick fling, but she’d taught him a lot about the female body. For that, he was grateful. He had no doubt Brynna had many lovers over the years, but he was confident in his abilities to please her. His cock wasn’t the longest or the thickest, but he knew what to do with it. He knew how to use his fingers and tongue as well. He might be shy outside of the bedroom, but in it? He was confident and brazen.

  Travis continued his assault on her pussy until she was coming apart around his fingers, soaking them. As he stood, Brynna remained propped up on one arm while pushing her hair off her face with her free hand. Travis wrapped his wet hand around his cock and stroked. “Now, you’re ready. Do you want slow or fast? Gentle or hard? Tell me, Bryn. I’ll give you anything you want.”

  “We have all the time in the world for making love. Right now, I want your dick in me, claiming me. Hard and fast, Lover.”

  “Scoot back,” Travis instructed, and Brynna moved so she was lying in the middle of the bed. She tossed the sham-covered pillows to the floor, then reclined with one knee bent. Travis crawled onto the bed and lowered his body onto hers. He didn’t make her wait. When he was between her legs, he lifted both and put her ankles over his shoulders. Travis pressed his cock to her opening and entered her in a single thrust.

  “Yes,” Brynna grunted. As Travis set a quick pace, Brynna grabbed his biceps, her eyes locked on his. “Harder, Trav. I need to… Oh, gods”

  It had been months since Travis had sex other than jerking off, and Brynna was tight around his cock. “I’m not going to last long,” he admitted. He would be ashamed of how quick his orgasm was threatening, but this was the best sex he’d ever had. Brynna’s core was gripping him tightly, her chest rising and falling with each stuttered breath.

  “Are you sure you want to be my mate?” Brynna managed to ask.

  “I’m sure.” And he was. A long future with this fabulous creature? Fuck yeah.

  Brynna moved her legs so they were wrapped around his waist. She gripped him behind his head, pulling him down so they were chest to chest. He angled his dick so he was hitting her clit with each thrust. “Fuck, Travis. Holy… that… Yeah, that’s…” Brynna’s breathing was raspy, and her nails were digging into his back. If she happened to lose control and let her claws out, he was going to have some serious marks. Her fangs dropped, and that was all it took to find his nut. Travis pumped harder, and Brynna sank her teeth into the muscle between his neck and shoulder.

  The sting lasted a second before euphoria replaced any pain Travis felt. His orgasm intensified as he pumped his seed into Brynna’s tight heat. In that moment, he wished he had fangs of his own so she could experience the same close-to-blacking-out bliss. Brynna licked over the spot where she bit him before flopping backward. Her eyes
were wide, searching his. He couldn’t help but grin. Travis had never done drugs, but this had to be what being high felt like. When she grinned back, he leaned forward and pressed soft kisses to her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, then her lips again.

  “Wow,” he whispered. “Can you bite me every time we have sex? Because that was something else.”

  Brynna laughed, snaking her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair. “Whatever you want.”

  Travis eased his spent dick from her and rolled to his back, taking Brynna with him so that she was lying half on top of him. Brynna set her chin on her fist resting against his chest. He pushed a strand of hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear.

  “What I want is to do that again and again. Do you think Marcie would be opposed to bringing our food to us so we never have to leave the bed?”

  Brynna frowned. “No way. I don’t want her seeing you naked. Even if we’re covered with the sheet, I don’t want her anywhere near you when you don’t have clothes on.”

  “Ooh, I like jealous Brynna,” Travis joked. He cupped her cheek, tugging his thumb gently over her smooth skin.

  “Yeah, you say that now, but just wait until the first woman looks at you the wrong way and I go all shieldmaiden on her ass. I should go ahead and add you to my bank account so you’ll have bail money.”

  “I have my own money.”

  “And now you have mine. So, unless you plan on wiping out your savings account keeping me out of jail, you shouldn’t argue. It’s as good as done. Once I bit you, we became ‘us,’ and everything I own is yours. Oh! That means Molly’s mine now too.” Brynna’s eyes lit up, and Travis laughed at her. He didn’t need or want her fortune to be happy, but he’d gladly share his beloved pup with her.

  “She’s been yours since the first time you saw her. I just hope by the time we get back to New Atlanta she hasn’t decided she loves Connor and Amelia more.”

  “Nah. She has plenty of love to go around.” Brynna ghosted her fingers across his chest, and she licked her lips. Moving the fist she was leaning on, she kissed the skin where she’d been resting, and Travis’s dick twitched. Brynna kissed and licked her way down his stomach, turning so she was facing away from him. They were both sticky from sex, but apparently, she didn’t care. Brynna licked his half-hard dick, bringing it to fully aroused. When she took him in her mouth, he groaned.

  Travis grabbed her right leg and pulled it so she was straddling his body, putting her wet pussy where he wanted. He’d tasted his release on other lovers’ lips after blowjobs, but he’d never eaten someone out after having blown his load in them. But this was Brynna. His mate. Their combined release was evidence of joining their lives in what was as good as a human wedding. He had given himself to her freely. Thoughts of things like bank accounts and weddings and last names flitted through his mind momentarily until he got a taste of her. Travis focused on making her come, which was hard to do with her talented mouth sucking his cock like it was her favorite thing in the world.

  After mutual orgasms, Travis crawled on top of Brynna and made love to her. Their first round of sex had been quick and rough. He made sure the second was slower yet not any less passionate. He wanted to show Brynna with his body how much he cared for her. It was too soon to say he loved her, but they had all the time in the world for that. Now that he was a Gargoyle mate, his life would be extended, and he would forever appear to be twenty-seven. He was good with that.

  Instead of asking Marcie to bring them food, Brynna called her friend and asked that she fix two plates and leave them in the kitchen for later. They showered together where Travis took her against the tile wall. Her mate was stronger than he looked. After bathing one another, they dried each other, kissing and touching. Brynna tossed on some clothes to go after their food, and Travis changed the sheets. Yes, they were going to mess the clean ones up, but the ones he removed were in serious need of washing.

  Brynna returned from the kitchen with a tray containing two covered plates as well as a six-pack of beer. “I started to grab a bottle of champagne, but I know you don’t care for it, so I thought we’d celebrate with this instead.”

  Travis wasn’t a big drinker because of his health issues, but he’d found he could tolerate a few bottles of cider. He enjoyed the sweetness in moderation, and Brynna liked the taste well enough to drink it with him. His woman – his female – could drink him under the table, but that wasn’t saying much. She was a Gargoyle, and therefore she had a high tolerance for alcohol.

  They sat cross-legged on the bed, facing each other. When she removed the covers, he was pleasantly surprised to see one of his favorite meals – fried chicken, green beans, and mashed potatoes. “Did you tell Marcie to cook this?”

  “I might have sent her the recipe and mentioned it was your favorite.”

  “Thank you. For everything. I promise I’m going to be the best mate to you. I’m probably not what you would have chosen for yourself, but I figure if the fates chose me, they had a reason.”

  “Don’t sell yourself short, Trav. In my eyes, you’re perfect. And can I just say you’re different than I expected in bed? Who knew my shy mate would be a wildcat?” Travis was never happier to have met his college lover than in that moment.

  “Maybe you just bring out the animal in me?”

  “Well, whatever the reason, I’m glad.” Brynna sighed, smiling at him. “I’ve waited a long time for this moment, and I’m happy I get to share my life with my best friend. You really are perfect for me.” She raised her bottle. “Here’s to us,” she said, tapping it against his cider. “Skål!” Travis repeated the Norse toast and took a sip of the sweet alcohol.

  “Now that the house is yours as well as mine, tell me what you think. Should we remodel so we can keep it and live here part-time? I know you don’t want to leave Trevor or your job. If you want to live in the States year-round, I’m good with that too.”

  “Are you saying you don’t want to be my Sugar Momma?” Travis winked.

  Brynna rolled her eyes. “Well I am older, so I guess the label works.”

  Travis laughed and shook his head. “I think it’s more up to you and what you want. This is your family home.”

  “You’re my family now. I don’t want to sell the house; I know that, but I also think this place is too big for just the two of us, so maybe we should turn it into a hotel and build a house closer to where B and Uri are going to be.”

  “What about kids? Do you want to add to our family some day?”

  “I love kids, but I’m not sure I’d make a good mother,” Brynna admitted.

  “What? Bryn, you’ll make a wonderful mother. You’re great with Amelia and Connor.”

  “Yeah, but I can give them back. I’m not making decisions that affect their lives.” Brynna ate some of her chicken before continuing. “Uri and I had this same conversation earlier. If I have kids, I know I don’t want to raise them how I was brought up. Other than my handmaid and tutors, I had no one to talk to. No one to play with. I wasn’t allowed to go to school with the other kids, therefore I didn’t have friends. Just because I’m a Princess doesn’t mean I want my kids to be sheltered. It’s not as though the world knows who or what I am. Other than here in the Goyle community, I’m just Brynna Holgersen. Oh, that reminds me. I want to change my name, if you don’t mind. I’d at least like to be able to hyphenate it if you don’t want me taking McKenzie.”

  “You want my last name?”

  “Of course. Unless you wanted to take my name. It would be the cosmopolitan thing to do.”

  “Yep, that’s me. Mr. Cosmopolitan.” Travis polished off his food and drank down the last of his cider while he thought about it. He wiped his mouth on the cloth napkin and said, “Trevor took Jasper’s name, and even though I love him more than anything, I wouldn’t want to hurt our father by removing the McKenzie name from my life. He screwed up where Trevor was concerned, but he’s trying to make amends. Since you are royalty, I don’t exp
ect you to want to let go of your name either, but I’ll leave that decision up to you.”

  Brynna laughed. “We need to work on making decisions. How’s this? We get married, and I take your last name.”

  “You want to get married?”

  “I do.” Brynna laughed again. “Guess I’m practicing for the big day already. But only if you want to. I mean, we are going to be together the rest of our lives, so why not? We don’t have to do it too soon, though, if you aren’t ready.”

  Travis reached out and took a strand of Brynna’s hair, twirling it around his finger. “We also need to work on saying what we want instead of saying something, then backtracking in case the other isn’t onboard. Yes, let’s get married, and yes, I would love for you to become a McKenzie. I would like to get married back in the States so my family can be there. Maybe once we get this house remodeled and I get Banyan and Uri’s house designed, we go back to New Atlanta for a while.”

  “Sounds perfect.”

  Brynna took the tray from the bed and set it by the door. “Tell me about the process of building a house. Once you get the drawings done, what happens?” She sat back down on the bed and leaned against the headboard, patting the space beside her. Travis didn’t hesitate to take her up on the invitation. He slid his arm around her shoulders, and Brynna leaned against him.

  “After I finish my part, builders are chosen. There are permits that have to be pulled, and once they’re approved, the builders get started. Sometimes the owner decides they want something changed, but by the time the foundation is poured, it’s usually a done deal. Then I move on to the next one.”

  “Do you think Rafael is going to be okay with you being here in Norway part of your time?”

  “I don’t see why not. I’m pretty sure he gave me a job to get me away from Athens. He has plenty of other architects on the payroll. Maybe he’ll start an international branch of Stone, Incorporated and let me head it up. Besides all that, he will understand my need to be with you all the time now that we’re mates.” Travis tipped her chin up. “I’d like to make a suggestion.”